Monday, June 7, 2010

A Wedding in the Woods


We traveled to my cousin Tom’s wedding over the weekend. Like any true family gathering, there were tears and laughter, music, heartbreak, joy, dancing, expectations, drama, tortillas and an open bar.

Babies cried and were tended by their grandfathers. My son ignored lunch but ate four stolen cupcakes from the back of the wedding dessert display. It was hot and there was shade. Jeff played guitar and cousin Grat played the piano. There were funny toasts and blessings and sombreros. My mother and I took turns dancing with my cousin Dan and mom and I both realized that he danced just like my dad used to. Two families were joined together.


The bride’s gorgeous 97 year-old grandmother danced with my cousin’s son Max. He leaves in a few months to serve with the Marines in Afghanistan. Max’s mother, Theresa, and I took a turn dancing with Grandmother. She commanded us to show her our “moves.” Theresa lightly did the bump with her a few times. Grandmother then leaned over to me and said, “I think you’ll need to do that on the other side to put my hip back in place.”

It was beautiful. All of it. Families are my favorite operas.

Grandes felicitaciones and mazel tov, Tom and Lisa.

11 comments:

  1. Congratulations and props to Bob for the sweet thievery.

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  2. Your grandmother sounds a bit like mine was when we got her out of the house.

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  3. RED SHOES! I am in love with Grandmother.

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  4. Dancing Granny is now one of my new favorite people.

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  5. Red shoes on a granny: like a delicious piece of cake.

    Beautiful.

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  6. I would kill for some chilaquiles right now.

    Happy family time is the best.

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  7. What a beautiful picture. I want to go shopping with the Grandmother, please:)

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  8. Sounds like fun... I am still laughing that you need to put her hip back :-)

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  9. sounds like a great time and the pictures are fun

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  10. That is exactly how I want to be when I am her age. I feel her age now sometimes, I confess, however.

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  11. Grandmother rocks, and so does Bob, who knew exactly what the good part of lunch is. Now, I crave them red shoes.

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